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Author: Kalayna Price
He curled up in the center of a pillow and closed his eyes.
Well, good to know my faithful companion isn’t worried.
“Detective Andrews, what do you want?”
He finally turned and looked at me. “Stay out of the Coleman case. ”
“Okay. ” I’d learned about as much as I wanted about the body in the morgue. I definitely wanted nothing to do with the spell I’d felt. As soon as I confirmed that my father hadn’t been the most recent victim, I was turning everything I’d learned over to cops in the Black Magic Unit, or maybe to the FIB, the Fae Investigation Bureau.
My phone buzzed, and I fumbled for the button to send it to voice mail without glancing at the display.
Falin scanned my face as if he was searching for a lie, but apparently I passed the test. “Are you going to tell me your client, or wait for the press to dig him up for me?”
“Why are you so convinced my client had anything to do with the”—Oh crap—“shooting?” If Coleman had stolen my father’s body, and then Casey told him she’d hired me to look at the discarded body, he might have been afraid of what I’d find. Falin might have been right in disagreeing with everyone else in the police force about the shooter’s motive. The shooting may have had absolutely nothing to do with the Holliday trial and everything to do with Coleman.
I tried not to let my thoughts show on my face. I was good at obstinate, and I pasted stubborn refusal all over my expression.
Falin frowned at me, but with a nod, he headed toward the door. He stopped before reaching it and turned back. “Keep your head down. Yo